After plunging into the cold, cold… From his merciful mission across t… The man called the Sun all tired… Laboring with each mile upon his j… Setting his sights upon the angry…
The takeover of the beast in a peaceful remote village nestled against the Altai Mountain Range where Emo was born,
Power is a lion that lives in the… pounding against the fragile walls of his too narrow cage, clawing his way to freedom to run through the wilds
A river by name becomes no river. Its name stays engraved in the river banks, its permanent home. It loses its identity when it reached the sea
The sacred waters from the hidden… the sweat of the working God of T… from beneath the Kingdom in the em… seven steps up on the ladder to th… in the turbulence of the random wi…
“Off we go me mates after the boat’s loaded up, the pods are loaded and secured, and the bait is on. Then we are ready to shove off. I heard there’s a storm brewing, so it’s not going t...
I of service to the Poet Gods, the kinds with no hands nor feet, but keen eyes, celestial minds and tyrannical tongues, chose me, a man with no dreams,
Love in Transit New love, what am I to do? My mounted pride, how much to undo… Do you leave when I have nothing? My broken spirit among its offerin…
Of days gone by but still clinging on, still grasping at his sleeve, still riding on his back, in his mind, in his attitude,
Run and hide Mr. Tom. Your days of immunity are all gone… Thanksgiving is around the corner. The axe man is getting warmer. Be the smartest turkey in the farm…
For those who have fallen as the white wings of death have come to their bedside and spread their cushy wings around their lifeless bodies
We are the result of meticulous pl… of the Universe in its primal form… from darkness into light and light… then ashes into Adam before he too… from the spirit into matter and ma…
Nonsense The mouth stared through the yard The morning’s night sang real song… A monk drove through a big basket… Fredrick sat on the crapper for tw…
I See it Coming A hundred yards out at sea A sight to behold, a perfect wave It grows two fold and looms above A mountain of granite as it may se…
The Selfish Poet He told his loved one to sit alone Without a word being spoken Too wrapped up in himself to be co… His feelings are in his words alon…